“Are you forgetting the plan?” King murmurs. “Because if you’re not equipped to do it, I can send someone else in.” I freeze, the cigarette just short of my lips. “You can’t actually, because Saskia isn’t someone who lets anyone in. She has walls so high that no motherfucker can climb.” “You did.” King glares at me. I grin. “I didn’t actually, I just tore the fuckers down.”
